Still a Child - Swans

The day I was born, your shadow fell across my mother’s breast

When I opened my eyes, you coloured my mind

Every move I make, is by your desire

Every move I make, is by your hand only

Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death

Cover me in roses, gently touch me while I sleep

When I dream I’ll dream of drowning in a pool of scented blood

Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death

You said «take this it’s yours» so I’ve kept it locked away

Now you’re curled up beneath me in a pool of your own blood

Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death